This was shot unrehearsed folks, I swear.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Hey Jude
Jude David Wiggins
Born: 12:25 p.m. Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Weight: 8lbs. 11.oz.
Length: 20.5 in.
Physician: Dr. David Cobb
Hospital: Mission Memorial - Asheville, NC
(and there is a head full of dark hair under that hat)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Nerves
OK. I'm not the one birthing a baby in 8 hours. I acknowledge that. I am aware of and sensitive to my wife's condition and what lies in store for her over the next couple of days months. I know that her body is preparing to encounter an unbelievable degree of stress and transition. HOWEVER……I know that I am more nervous than her. I don’t say that based on empirical observation (although she does appear to be cool, calm, and collected). I don’t say that based on anything she has told me. I say that because there is no way anyone, anywhere is more nervous than me right now.
“David, chill out.” “This isn’t about you.” “You already have one child.” “Millions of women do this every day.”
Shut up.
Am I nervous about the labor and delivery process? Sure. Am I nervous about Jude being ok and not having a third arm or anything crazy like that? Sure. Am I nervous about Nicole walking away unscathed? Naturally.
So what is it that has my stomach rolling and my fingers shaking with anxiety?
My little guy (Jude the dude) is going to go through the most painful imaginable procedure that any man could imagine sometime in the next 72 hours: circumcision. Typing that word sent shivers up my….spine. I feel his pain. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stand by and watch as some stranger brings the torturous scalpel to bear on my boy’s body. I will, however, endure. I will distract myself with rubbing Nicole’s feet and teaching Annabel the bridge to “Hey Jude” by The Beatles so she can sing him the whole song when he gets home (she has 70% of it memorized).
But boy, oh boy; what a world of hurt.
If you read this tonight, pray for Nicole. Pray for Jude. Me? Ah, I’ll be fine. Annabel and I will just sit in a corner and marvel at the glorious miracle that is about to take place in the life of our family.
“David, chill out.” “This isn’t about you.” “You already have one child.” “Millions of women do this every day.”
Shut up.
Am I nervous about the labor and delivery process? Sure. Am I nervous about Jude being ok and not having a third arm or anything crazy like that? Sure. Am I nervous about Nicole walking away unscathed? Naturally.
So what is it that has my stomach rolling and my fingers shaking with anxiety?
My little guy (Jude the dude) is going to go through the most painful imaginable procedure that any man could imagine sometime in the next 72 hours: circumcision. Typing that word sent shivers up my….spine. I feel his pain. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stand by and watch as some stranger brings the torturous scalpel to bear on my boy’s body. I will, however, endure. I will distract myself with rubbing Nicole’s feet and teaching Annabel the bridge to “Hey Jude” by The Beatles so she can sing him the whole song when he gets home (she has 70% of it memorized).
But boy, oh boy; what a world of hurt.
If you read this tonight, pray for Nicole. Pray for Jude. Me? Ah, I’ll be fine. Annabel and I will just sit in a corner and marvel at the glorious miracle that is about to take place in the life of our family.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The Saga Continues
So, I decided I would just continue blogging about our adventures in bringing Jude into the world...for those of you who may care. Since we have been bumped we have both been through an array of emotions, mainly anger. Yesterday I came to a feeling of contentment with everything that had happened. I know God has a plan and a purpose for everything, even this.
Over the last few days we have tried all types of 'home remedies' to get childbirth going earlier then our new induction date, which is this coming Tuesday (Dec. 23). After yesterdays brisk walk I started having some light contractions (I have had many braxton-hicks contractions with this pregnancy so I did not pay much attention). As the hour wore on I realized they were continuing to come about every 10 minutes. After about three hours I called my doctor, by this time they were coming regularly every 7-8 minutes, he said come to the hospital and get checked to see if this was it. So we go. When we get there they check me and I am three centimeters dilated. By then the contractions are every 5 minutes, but still very managable. The nurse explains that I need to be 4 centimeters to be emitted and tells me to walk the hospital for an hour, then come back and see if there has been any change. So we walk. During our walk I am having contractions every 3 minutes on the dot. At one point I looked at David and said "This is it, it has to be." The contractions are getting more intense and I am having a hard time walking. We get back to our little room, a cubby with a shower curtain, and she checks me again. No change. At this point my doctor wants to give me a little more time to let my body bring on the labor, he doesn't feel comfortable sending me home when my contractions are so close and so regular. I lay in that cubby for another hour or so and by now it is 1:30 in the morning. I am getting a little nervous and the contractions are coming on stronger. She checks me again....no change. At this point they have no choice but to send me on my way. She gives me a pill to help me sleep through the contractions and tells me if I am still having them when I wake up to come in and get checked again. David and I are both flabergasted (and I am starving) we were sure this was it. Sure enough the pill helps me sleep through the rest of the contractions and when I wake up the next morning they are gone...just like that. It was like some weird dream where I am a hyper, hypo who is experiencing symptoms that don't really exsist. Today has been a little bit of a blur, besides being super tired, I just don't know what last night was all about. I guess God really wants me to know that I have NO control of this. I am actually at the point where I just have to let go and laugh.
In the words of Annabel...."Come out Jude!"
Over the last few days we have tried all types of 'home remedies' to get childbirth going earlier then our new induction date, which is this coming Tuesday (Dec. 23). After yesterdays brisk walk I started having some light contractions (I have had many braxton-hicks contractions with this pregnancy so I did not pay much attention). As the hour wore on I realized they were continuing to come about every 10 minutes. After about three hours I called my doctor, by this time they were coming regularly every 7-8 minutes, he said come to the hospital and get checked to see if this was it. So we go. When we get there they check me and I am three centimeters dilated. By then the contractions are every 5 minutes, but still very managable. The nurse explains that I need to be 4 centimeters to be emitted and tells me to walk the hospital for an hour, then come back and see if there has been any change. So we walk. During our walk I am having contractions every 3 minutes on the dot. At one point I looked at David and said "This is it, it has to be." The contractions are getting more intense and I am having a hard time walking. We get back to our little room, a cubby with a shower curtain, and she checks me again. No change. At this point my doctor wants to give me a little more time to let my body bring on the labor, he doesn't feel comfortable sending me home when my contractions are so close and so regular. I lay in that cubby for another hour or so and by now it is 1:30 in the morning. I am getting a little nervous and the contractions are coming on stronger. She checks me again....no change. At this point they have no choice but to send me on my way. She gives me a pill to help me sleep through the contractions and tells me if I am still having them when I wake up to come in and get checked again. David and I are both flabergasted (and I am starving) we were sure this was it. Sure enough the pill helps me sleep through the rest of the contractions and when I wake up the next morning they are gone...just like that. It was like some weird dream where I am a hyper, hypo who is experiencing symptoms that don't really exsist. Today has been a little bit of a blur, besides being super tired, I just don't know what last night was all about. I guess God really wants me to know that I have NO control of this. I am actually at the point where I just have to let go and laugh.
In the words of Annabel...."Come out Jude!"
Friday, December 19, 2008
"Bumped"
I am totally bummed. I should be at the hospital right now in an immense amount of pain pushing out my new baby, but instead I am bumped. My doctor's office called me last night to inform me that the hospital needed to bump me to make room for a medical emergency. I am trying to think of anything that might qualify me as an emergency right now...emotional instability. That might work. Not only am I bumped but I have to wait four more days for the next available spot at the hospital. So, unless Jude comes on his own (which has its own set of worries for me), it looks like I could be spending Christmas morning at the hospital instead of with Annabel. This upsets me the most because she is SO excited about Christmas and I was so excited that this would be our first Christmas where she understood everything.
Pregnancy and childbirth are one of those times in life where you have no control. I have tried my hardest to have some kind of control over these last few months and now I feel totally helpless. There is nothing David or I can do right now to make this happen (short of breaking my own water, and I can't find any tutorials on how to do that...haha, that was a joke I swear). Not even my doctors (of which I have four) can get this baby out right now. I know God is in control and in the great scheme of things this is not big deal, but I am having a hard time seeing past my huge belly to see the good in this situation. It is moments like these you realize how spoiled you are. Even though I know I should be ashamed I can't help but feel totally bummed!
So.....no pictures today, but keep updated for Part II, "The Saga of the Never Ending Pregnancy"
Pregnancy and childbirth are one of those times in life where you have no control. I have tried my hardest to have some kind of control over these last few months and now I feel totally helpless. There is nothing David or I can do right now to make this happen (short of breaking my own water, and I can't find any tutorials on how to do that...haha, that was a joke I swear). Not even my doctors (of which I have four) can get this baby out right now. I know God is in control and in the great scheme of things this is not big deal, but I am having a hard time seeing past my huge belly to see the good in this situation. It is moments like these you realize how spoiled you are. Even though I know I should be ashamed I can't help but feel totally bummed!
So.....no pictures today, but keep updated for Part II, "The Saga of the Never Ending Pregnancy"
Monday, December 15, 2008
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Welcome Friends and Family
We are starting a family blog. I never thought I would do this, but since David and I are doing it together I have decided with his support I can do it :) So sometimes you may hear from me and sometimes David. His will probably be much more entertaining, but that's okay. The pros are I can post cute stories and pictures for you guys to view as often as I have the time, and that is great since we are so far from most of you!
Okay, so here is the latest from the Wiggins clan...
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